"This is the fortress, this is the fortress, fighting, waiting for help, waiting for help!"

The communication soldiers continued to send out distress signals through the radio, but there was no response, and the radio could not receive any useful information.

Major Gavrilov, who was guarding the radio station, frowned. He didn't know what was going on... Although he knew that this was a war and that his opponent was the Germans, where were the other troops? When would reinforcements arrive?

?What’s the next step?

Everything is a question mark, which leaves Gavrilov at a loss.

"I think this is a local war!" the instructor said: "The fortress is an important transportation hub. The Germans want to capture it and then use the fortress as a springboard to attack the Soviet Union!"

"We can't be sure, Comrade Artu!" Major Gavrilov replied: "The only thing we can be sure of is that we are in trouble and need reinforcements!"

After a pause, Major Gavrilov added: "Of course, you can't say that to soldiers!"

As he spoke, Major Gavrilov took off his armed belt from the wall, tied it around his waist, and strode out of the basement that served as the headquarters.

After jogging along the ruins for a while, Major Gavrilov arrived in front of the defense line.

The Soviet soldiers in the defense line looked at Major Gavrilov expectantly, hoping to get good news from Major Gavrilov.

Except Shulka...he knew that there could be no good news, and even if there was good news, it would be false.

"Comrades!" Major Gavrilov glanced at the soldiers and said, "Bad news, we failed to get in touch with our superiors!"

The soldiers immediately dwarfed when they heard this.

"But!" Major Gavrilov changed the subject and said: "Believe me, this is not a big deal. We have repelled several German attacks. The Germans are not that difficult to deal with, don't you think?

?”

The implication is that if these weak soldiers and generals in the fortress can repel the German attacks several times, then other places should be more optimistic.

The soldiers couldn't help but nodded in agreement. They knew in their hearts that the troops in the fortress were not even regular troops. By analogy, the Germans must have been defeated by regular troops in other battles.

Only Shulka knew that this was not the case. The Soviet regular troops, who were considered to have greater combat effectiveness... were being surrounded and chased by German armored forces outside the fortress: on the first day, the Soviet army lost 1,200 aircraft, of which 800 were still alive.

It was bombed before it even took off. In just 10 days, 30 infantry divisions were annihilated and 70 divisions lost more than half of their strength.

"So!" Major Gavrilov continued: "Don't give up hope, comrades! Maybe their radio station is broken, maybe they are busy fighting the Germans, but no matter what, I believe...tomorrow,

As long as we hold on until tomorrow, our troops will surround these Germans from the outside, and then we will have a good look at them!"

This was an inspiring speech. Major Gavrilov's statement that he would be rescued if he resisted until tomorrow soon spread throughout the army, and the soldiers all set their goals for tomorrow.

"It's not difficult!" Okunev took out a watch from his pocket, glanced at it, and said: "We have been holding on for five hours, and the Germans have not taken advantage of us. Tomorrow... that is

Say that if we fight a few more battles like this, it will be over!”

"No, Okunev!" Shulka said: "You are oversimplifying things!"

"What?"

"The battle will not end so soon!" Shulka said: "It can even be said... I think you should be mentally prepared!"

"Oh, Shulka!" Okunev laughed: "Don't be so pessimistic, my friend. We are soldiers, and we will always encounter battles, right?"

Okunev thought Shulka would say such things because he was frightened by the war.

Shulka did not explain anything. He knew that even if he told Okunev, he would not believe it. Not only did he not believe it, he might even be suspected of being a spy, because Shulka could not explain why he knew this information.

In this regard, Shulka has learned to be smart.

But Shulka wasn't smart enough.

Because he soon found himself in an unsolvable dilemma... He had to remind the Soviet army that the fortress had been surrounded. The German army could besiege it for a month, two months or even longer. One day the Brest Fortress would be imploded.

Run out of food.

Therefore, staying in the Brest Fortress means waiting for death. The only way out is to break out of the encirclement, and the sooner the better.

It should be said that there was still hope for the Brest garrison to break through the encirclement a few days ago, because the German encirclement was not tight enough. They were eager to launch a "blitzkrieg" to divide and encircle the Soviet army in depth, and the north of the Brest Fortress

There is a large forest extending all the way to the east. As long as you enter the forest, you are basically safe.

The problem was that the defenders did not know the situation. They waited in the fortress day after day for reinforcements, and it was not until the fourth day that they were forced to break out due to the situation, but by then it was too late.

This makes Shulka very difficult:

If he wanted to save his life, he had to tell the Soviet army some information so that they could break out of the encirclement as soon as possible, but doing so would most likely be regarded as a German spy... Neither the left nor the right, but Shulka was so anxious that he was stuck in the trench.

Restless.

At this time, two signal soldiers ran up from the traffic trench. One of them raised his head towards Shulka and asked: "Davydov Shulka?"

"Yes!" Shulka replied.

"The Major wants to see you!"

"Me?" Shulka was a little surprised. He thought the communications soldier had found the wrong person.

"Yes!" The communications soldier looked at Shulka warily, took the rifles from his back, held them in his hands, and ordered in a bad tone: "Come with us!"

Shulka and Okunev were stunned. They both knew that this trip was not a good thing.

Just as he was about to leave, the communications soldier stopped him again: "Wait, hand over your gun..."

Without waiting for Shulka's objection, another signal soldier disarmed Shulka without any explanation, then searched his body up and down, and removed the military spur from Shulka's waist.

Okunev said to Shulka helplessly: "I wish you good luck, Shulka, poor friend!"

The nearby Soviet soldiers also looked in this direction, their eyes full of suspicion, sarcasm and disdain, and some whispered:

"I should have known this guy was not a good guy!"

"Yes, the instructor has been staring at him for a long time!"

"This shameful traitor!"

…

Some people even spat in Shulka's direction.

Shulka felt depressed for a while, and he couldn't figure out what went wrong despite racking his brains... Although Shulka did know a lot of things that others shouldn't know, he didn't tell them at all.
Chapter completed!